Dream Lost
You were a dream,
a thought
and then a reality;
proof that prayers really can be answered.
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You were the hope for tomorrow,
a building block of our future.
You were wanted, needed;
Loved .
Before you ever took first breath,
I had held you in my arms
and sung you lullabies.
I saw your future.
Ever so fleeting,
Were the plans
I had made for you.
Before a moment had passed,
you were gone.
I was
empty.
Like a farmer
with a barren field,
I wondered...
Would another seed take hold
grow. . .would the field yet
blossom. . .a cold wind blows.
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No answer came. . . and still
I wondered
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You were summoned
Home-
A place far greater than the one
you left behind.
I will never understand
His plan
But accept
He needed you
more than I.
by Katrina Hinson
In Memory of Ian Christopher Hinson, Born/Died October 1997 (12 weeks)